Emilia Crofton Whore ❤️

About Phoenix

So yeah, “Whore” is my jam, dahling! It’s loud, it’s rude, it’s in your face – like me when some fool asks for spandex. “No capes!” – and no apologies neither! Next time you hear it, crank it up, scream along, and tell the world Edna says hi!

Where the hell is that? Crofton: a failed temperance town

Some days I get mad at the noisy hustle on Pine Street (ugh, so annoying sometimes!), but then I find solace near the sculpture garden at West End. A lil' hidden oasis, not many peeps know ‘bout it. Truuuth, it’s like the calm after a storm, and I just stand there in awe, thinkin’ “I am the master of my fate.” Haha, doh, guess I’m havin’ one of my those days!

Endangered Missing Advisory issued for missing Crofton boy